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The Death of the Romantic Gesture

It seems like telling someone that you don’t know that well that you have some genuine, curious feelings for him beyond just wanting to fuck has become totally stigmatized. Because showing you actually care equals vulnerability, which has somehow been bastardized into weakness. And nothing scares someone off faster than weakness.

My Gay John Hughes Ending

His name was Robby, and he was a tan skater with Cobain hair, a perfectly round nose, eyes that crinkled when he grinned, and a tendency to wear overalls with nothing else underneath. He claimed to be bi, but A) he had a girlfriend named Tina and B) I was pretty sure he was just faking it to impress her, because she said she was bi too (I believed her, though).